I was born on D-Day, the youngest child of a militant Welsh ex-coal miner and a Brixton-born merchant sea-woman and laundry worker. Afte leaving school at 15 I worked at many jobs in many places: long-distance lorry driver, clerk, labourer, community worker, film researcher, archaelogist and magazine editor among them. As a mature student I studied media design at Plymouth Art achool and, later, ... more »
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Your Scarlet Coat
As you walked across the fields of snow
your scarlet coat was like the blood
of some tiny wounded animal.
Your moon-like face was bright
and when at last you came into my arms
I saw the snowflakes dying in your hair.